Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.